[ed. Sometimes on sunny evenings I'll walk down to a nearby park and watch the boats motor around the bay. I have a favorite bench on a high outlook that I like. The other day I had been sitting there for several minutes when I noticed a small rock sitting next to me. At first I was surprised that I hadn't seen it sooner; then I wondered about it's message. Say hello to who (or is it whom)? Or maybe...say, hello!, how are you doing (and, don't I have nice handwriting)? As I pondered this mystery and wondered whether I might be experiencing some kind of LA Story type of moment, a small, slender woman with a very large dog suddenly appeared walking up the trail...]
